another moment of depression

"Weep! Weep!" my spirit sobs to me.
"But I cannot be weak!" is all I can excuse;
Brokeness is what I need, but what I ask for,
I fear to receive.
The weight of my burden, pushes me to my knees
(the only place that I can be set free);
I resist.
"No! Do not reveal that which I buried deep."
I fear to be discovered in the midst of my imminent break-down;
as if it were a black eye, that would never fade - always boasting my shame.
Yet there is One, who is always asking to see more of me;
for One claims, that inside me is glory, his story, his everything.